The poet’s only hope is to be infinitely sensitive to what his gift is, and this in itself seems to be another gift that few poets possess. ‘Context’, Winter Pollen Apart from self-knowledge, this is a good argument for feedback – provided you can find an infinitely sensitive critic (who doesn’t mince their words).
The Times has a great memoir by Craig Raine – The Double Exposure of Ted Hughes. It’s quite long, so I’ve reluctantly torn myself away from it halfway through – this is my reminder to go back and finish it later. As well as some good reminiscences, it contains the news (to me) that there […]